Tonight Poem by Barnabas Ambila

Tonight



The night is dark and full of terror,
Guns, bullets 9mm sit in their chambers,
Nozzles pointing my direction,
My drunken state makes me more vulnerable,
Screams from a distance, blood on the pathway,
If i still make it home and sleep on my bed,
how can i claim credit,
When it is so evident the good Lord gave me another chance.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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